“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
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Alex Dimitrov, from "Tuesday"
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i don't pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
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Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
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